A saga in self-acceptance

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Who am I?

I’ve worn many identities in the past thirty-two years. I have been the chatty child and the quiet question. I am under construction at the moment. My past exists in experiences like:

  • Childhood Sexual Trauma
  • Traveler
  • Griever of brother’s death
  • A trained dancer in NYC
  • Divorce
  • Moving forward from Divorce


Everyone really is doing the best they can

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Her name was Agatha. Agatha was raised in the midwest. She was poor with a small family who sold cherries when they were in season. Agatha went door to door late into the night asking people to buy her cherries. She was exceptionally beautiful for her age. Her hair was…


I couldn’t get Tom unhooked

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We were at a K-Mart. The cardboard box was filled with kittens. My mom caved over the sound of meows. A dark-gray almost black cat looked up at me. He was sweet and now he was mine. We took him home with the understanding that he would live on the…


Dressed in fabricated faith

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Wish I was what you first saw
A sweet, happy, smile
Who laughs under twilight
Sings to the trees

Erase the history
Wipe it away
You’d know the woman
Dressed in fabricated faith

Wear the shiny presence
Inside, a gaping hole
No hug or kiss can change
Old story smoke


Do I need to leave Medium?

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This question shuffles through me as I read articles about polyamory, pornography, narcissistic abuse, and divorce. I sit on the couch with my fingertips caressing the f and j keys with great hope I will write an article that bears importance. …


What choice was there really?

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My Dad: The way I see it you got two choices, you can either move out or not go to your prom next week.

Randall: I’m out then, that’s not fair. It’s prom. Nikilia is expecting me, I have my tux.

My Dad: Make your choice.

Randall’s plea seared the…


You’d never know if you saw her

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She was a smart cookie and always was. When we were in high school, she learned calculus on a computer. At the time, that wasn’t normal. In 2005, dial-up internet was still a thing and online learning was not. Her name was Hailey. Hailey’s mom skipped town when she was…


The name can be a curse

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Grace, I disliked my name when I was a child. The name meant that I was cursed to love people I didn’t like, look over what bothered me, and be friends with those who hurt me. The name felt like a big job, a job I didn’t want.

I was…

Grace Louise

Writing the Wrongs, Singing songs, and Learning along the way.

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